Preparation for Worship
Time for Gathering
Opening Hymn “Hark The Herald Angels Sing”
Hark! the herald angels sing,"Glory to the newborn King:
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!"
Joyful, all ye nations, rise, join the triumph of the skies;
with th'angelic hosts proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem!"
Hark! the herald angels sing,"Glory to the newborn King"
Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord,
late in time behold him come, offspring of the Virgin's womb:
veiled in flesh the Godhead see; hail th'incarnate Deity,
pleased with us in flesh to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel.
Hark! the herald angels sing,"Glory to the newborn King"
Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings, risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by, born that we no more may die,
born to raise us from the earth, born to give us second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,"Glory to the newborn King"
Lighting the Advent Wreath, The Hope Candle Bruce and Glenna Hayhoe
Song of Worship
Prayers of the Church and the Prayer of our Lord
Offering Away in a Manger
Away in a manger no crib for a bed the little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing the Baby awakes but little Lord Jesus no crying He makes
I love You Lord Jesus look down from the sky and stay by my cradle ‘til morning is nigh
Be near me Lord Jesus I ask Thee to stay close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care and fit us for heaven to live with Thee there
Scripture Lesson Luke 1:26-44 Page 779
Sermon Women Who Laugh
Closing Hymn “It Came Upon The Midnight Clear”
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old,
from angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men, from heaven's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing, which now the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurled,
and still their heavenly music floats o'er all the weary world;
above its sad and lowly plains, they bend on hovering wing,
and ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing.
For lo! the days are hastening on, by prophet seen of old,
when with the ever-circling years shall come the time foretold
when peace shall over all the earth its ancient splendors fling,
and the whole world send back the song
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